One a.m., lying in my bed, wondering which husband’s coming home to greet me. Could it be the man I married, or the one who smells of cheap roses and bottom-shelf whiskey? Three a.m., bleeding red, pleading for someone to come save me and my baby. Ominous lyrics weave a story about an abusive husband and his broken wife, and the slow buildup to the chorus has everyone swaying on their feet.
